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To say the
writing behind "Sarah Landon and the Paranormal Hour" is clunky, sloppy,
and utterly lazy would be a gross understatement. The movie makes no
effort in being at all coherent or fluid and instead just does nothing
but make all of the wrong movies when applied to competent writing.
Sarah Landon is the heroine of this picture and the best
characterization we get from her is during her introduction when she
gets in to her car and the director zooms in on her bumper sticker that
reads "My Friend was Killed by a Drunk Driver." Director Lisa Comrie
doesn't even try to giver her some complex characterization, she
literally explains her entire story on a bumper sticker! And this is
supposed to give us insight on Landon? Why not put another bumper
sticker that reads "Sarah Landon: The Main Character"? In either case,
if that's not enough the first twenty minutes is comprised of nothing
but flashback sequences and aimless tedious exposition from every single
character on-screen and we're supposed to believe this is all going
somewhere. Sarah's friend died from a drunk driver, she enters in to a
town where the mechanic, her new best friend, and her house keeper have
a story about murder, dreams, and mysterious deaths, all the while we're
supposed to be engrossed in the back stories but are too distracted by
the redundant dialogue and laughable acting. Considering this is a low
budget movie, I really wanted to be easy on this, but I just couldn't.
Why is Sarah so invested in leaning about the demons of the town and
their past?
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She's the hero, so... she has to
be. Why does Sarah's host for the weekend know so much about
the town? It's useful to the story! And sadly enough the
movie is not an hour and trudges on for almost ninety
minutes through just painfully written scenes and horrible
character chemistry. The movie often feels like a mix of a
tame RL Stine novel, with a Lifetime Channel movie of the
week, and I would have preferred both over these.
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There are gems of dialogue like "Do you know
what a nervous breakdown is?! It's a catchphrase for we don't know what
the hell is wrong with you, that's what it is!" and at one point a
character wonders why Sarah is reading and boasts about the local pie!
Because nothing screams cliché like a small town man creaming his pants
about local pie! When we're not being spoon fed horrible dialogue and
spontaneous outbursts from its community theater cast desperately trying
to involve the audience in what tension and suspense they can muster up,
the story from the Comries constantly stops to a screeching halt to
explain ghosts, demons, nightmares, the term "Paranormal Hour," and
anxiously create tension in its short running time, and it's just
impossible to sit though. I commend you if you can watch without sliding
down in your seat and praying for the sweet release of death. And to top
that off, Sarah Landon isn't even an interesting heroine! She does
nothing but stand around making googly eyes, looking scared, and asking
"Why?," "Oh god, what happened?," and "She saw a ghost? Wow..." She's
not so much investigative as she is incredibly nosy, and for some reason
these town folks are very easy to give away their personal wounds to
anyone who comes in to town and asks. And for a good portion of her own
movie, Landon is merely a side character given nothing to do at all.
There's even a flashback to a dream sequence, and the Comrie's actually
try to create suspense by a stray cat and an open cabinet door. Dear
god, I really wanted to give this movie a fair shake, but this truly one
excruciating experiment in patience and endurance.
I've
learned that whenever I think to myself, "I'm sure this movie isn't as
bad as everyone says it is," it's usually a good sign to stop what I'm
doing and avoid said movie at any costs, because often I'll find myself
suffering through a tame, lame, and horrible supernatural thriller too
boring for the kids, and too dumb for the adults. I appreciate the
director's efforts to create a new horror heroine, but Landon won't be a
household name any time soon.
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